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  When she undid her bra and put his hands on her silky flesh, Squirrel wanted to throw his head back and howl. Wanted to let everyone know she was his. That he’d never give her up.

  He paused at the thought. He needed to calm down. Needed to make this good for her.

  But he wasn’t as sexually experienced as some. He’d had sex before, but the women had never mattered as much as Blythe.

  All of Squirrel’s old insecurities came rushing back to him—and he froze.

  What was he doing? She was going to take one look at him without his clothes on and tell him to fuck off. His cock wasn’t huge, it was just average…well, as far as he could tell. He’d always heard how much women liked big dicks. What if he couldn’t satisfy her? What if she laughed when he took his pants off?

  He was in the middle of a brewing panic attack and about to decide this wasn’t going to work after all when she spoke.

  “You know, Ronald moved faster than you are right now.”

  He stared down at her for a minute…then suddenly relaxed.

  This was Blythe. She wasn’t going to laugh at him. Wasn’t going to think he was too small, too scrawny, too anything.

  Even so, he’d just have to make sure she was limp with pleasure before he even took off his pants. And her reminding him that she liked nerdy guys was exactly the right thing to do, even if it annoyed him that she was bringing up an old lover when they were in bed.

  “That boy might’ve moved faster, but I guarantee when tonight is done, you won’t even remember that asshole’s name.”

  And with that, Squirrel set about seducing his woman.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Blythe moaned when Sawyer leaned over and took one of her nipples into his mouth.

  It felt amazing. Beyond amazing. Fucking phenomenal. Her breasts had never been that sensitive, but Sawyer’s mouth and hands made her feel like a different person.

  While his mouth was busy with one nipple, his fingers were playing with the other. She brought a hand up and pushed against the back of his head, encouraging him to suck harder. But instead of doing so, he lifted off her breast with a small pop and looked down at her. “You like that?”

  “Sawyer,” she whined. “Don’t stop.”

  “You like that,” he repeated in a smug tone.

  “Of course I do,” she said snarkily. “You’re sucking on my nipple. What’s not to like?”

  He grinned at her and, keeping eye contact, leaned down again. He hadn’t taken off his glasses and they’d slipped down his nose a bit. Watching him suck at her while his glasses barely hung on to his face was a huge turn-on for some reason. His tongue came out and he licked at her erect bud. Each pass of his tongue made her pussy contract. It was as if he had some sort of electric tongue or something.

  Blythe groaned and closed her eyes.

  She felt Sawyer shift and the weight of his body dropped down, his legs fitting between her. Over the next couple of minutes, Blythe could barely think…or move. His body weight held her down while his hands plumped and caressed her breasts. His mouth moved from one nipple to the other. Nipping, sucking, teasing.

  “Please, Sawyer. More. I need more,” she begged when it seemed like he would be content to suck on her breasts all night. She brought her feet up until they were flat on the bed next to his thighs. Then she relaxed her legs and let them fall open.

  Without a word, Sawyer shifted until he was lying between them, his head level with her crotch. Her skirt had ridden up, and instead of pulling it off, he simply pushed it all the way up until the wispy material was gathered at her waist. Putting his hands on her thighs, he pushed her legs open even farther.

  Then he blew her mind.

  Leaving her panties in place, Sawyer leaned forward and ran his nose up and down the soaked gusset. Blythe groaned at the intimate gesture. She shifted, suddenly self-conscious. She could feel how wet she was, and since the panties she’d put on were a pale purple, she had a feeling he could see exactly how wet she was.

  “Easy, baby,” he murmured as if he knew she was embarrassed. Then he brought a hand up and traced her folds through the material. “This is so sexy. You are so sexy. I wish you could see this. Right here,” he pressed against the fabric with his finger, “it’s light purple. While here,” he moved his finger and ran it down over her mons, “is darker. Is all this because of me?”

  Blythe could only nod. No words would leave her mouth. She’d had no indication that Sawyer would be the type who liked to talk during sex. He seemed more like the strong-and-silent type. The kind of man who took what he wanted but didn’t vocalize it. Seemed she was wrong.

  “All this, just for me.” Then he leaned down and licked over her folds. The feeling was muted because of the material between her skin and his tongue, but she still felt him.

  “Fuck, you taste good,” Sawyer murmured. Then he hooked the gusset of her panties with a finger and stretched it to the side. The cool air hitting her hot folds was a shock, but the second the sensation of coolness hit her, his tongue was there.

  Arching into his mouth without thought, Blythe’s hands went to his head and tried to grip his hair. Because it was so short, she didn’t have anything to grab. Her fingernails dug into his scalp as she cried out.

  Sawyer didn’t seem to notice, or maybe he just didn’t care. His tongue swiped from the bottom of her folds to the top. Then he did it again. And again. He didn’t touch her clit, and Blythe squirmed in his grasp, needing him to touch her there.

  She thought she heard him chuckle but was too aroused to return his smile.

  Just when she was going to beg him to touch her clit, his tongue began to circle the taut bud. Blythe frantically shifted her hips, trying to get him to put more pressure where she needed it, but he refused to give in to what she wanted.

  After a minute of the erotic torture, she broke.

  “Please, Sawyer! Suck my clit. Stop teasing me. I need—oooh!” Her words cut off when he did just as she begged.

  Using the tip of his tongue, he licked right over her clit hard and fast.

  Her hips came up off the bed as she pushed herself closer to his talented tongue. She felt a bead of sweat roll down her temple into her hair, but Blythe could only concentrate on one thing. Coming.

  After ten seconds or so of Sawyer’s direct attention on her clit, she exploded. The orgasm welling up from her belly and spreading throughout her body like wildfire. Her body no longer her own, Blythe’s hips thrust upward, her thighs shook, and she panted for air as the pleasure consumed her.

  Just as she was coming down from the euphoric high, she felt Sawyer’s finger ease inside her soaked canal. Whimpering now, she could only feel as he caressed her inner walls. She wasn’t sure what he was doing, but she didn’t have the brain power to ask as he gently probed her sheath.

  It felt good—but then he touched something that made her excitement ramp up several notches. “Sawyer!” she exclaimed as he touched it again.

  “That’s it,” he murmured, and his finger more aggressively began to stroke her G-spot deep inside her body.

  “Oh, fuck,” Blythe exclaimed as her butt clenched and her thighs tensed. Another orgasm was fast approaching and there was nothing she could do to stop it. The intense feelings almost hurt. Almost.

  The second Sawyer clamped his mouth around her clit and sucked hard, she came. It felt as if she was never going to stop. She clenched around the finger inside her and could only moan as her body went into overdrive. She vaguely heard Sawyer’s groans of approval as he played her body like a violin.

  Having no idea how much time had passed, Blythe came back to herself when she felt Sawyer’s body weight leave her. Her eyes opened into slits and she watched as he tore his shirt up and over his head. His nipples were little points and she could see a patch of pink on his upper chest. As if what he’d done had aroused him just as much as it had her.

  She had no idea what Sawyer was self-conscious about when it came to his body. H
e didn’t have bulging muscles, but he was very clearly in shape. He had those defined vee muscles women seemed to go crazy over, pointing down to his crotch. The smattering of hair on his chest was sexy as hell and she loved how, when he moved, she could see his muscles tensing and flexing.

  He was breathtaking—and she couldn’t believe he was all hers. She wanted to lick him from top to toe and reassure him that he had nothing to worry about in regards to his looks.

  “Take your panties off,” Sawyer ordered as he began to unbutton his jeans. She couldn’t tear her eyes from between his legs. She couldn’t wait to see his cock. She lifted her butt and yanked her underwear down her legs. He pulled down his pants and boxer briefs at the same time—and all Blythe could do was sigh when she saw how aroused he was.

  Yeah, he’d definitely liked making her come, that was obvious.

  His cock was hard and pointing toward her as if it knew exactly where it wanted to be. The head was a dark purple, and it actually looked painful. He wasn’t super long, but he was thicker than anyone she’d had before. A shiver of excitement went through her.

  Without a word, Sawyer palmed his cock and stroked it. He kept his eyes on hers…and suddenly, Blythe realized he was nervous.

  “God, you’re gorgeous,” Blythe said softly. “I can’t believe I’ve already had two of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had and all I can think about is you getting inside me and doing it again.”

  “Fuck,” Sawyer swore.

  That one word said so much. It was filled with disbelief, wonder, and relief all at the same time.

  “I’m not huge,” he said, still lightly stroking his dick.

  Blythe had been mesmerized by his hand, but at his words, her gaze shot up to his. “And my boobs aren’t anything to write home about. I’m still too skinny, yet I’ve got too much junk in my trunk.”

  He growled at her and narrowed his eyes. “You’re perfect. Don’t put yourself down.”

  “And don’t you put yourself down,” she retorted. “I want you, Sawyer. Although now you’ve ruined my mellow post-orgasm mood. You want reassurances? Fine—I’ve never seen a more beautiful cock.” She propped herself up on an elbow and reached out for him.

  Pushing his hand away from his dick, she palmed his cock. Stroking up and down, she was amazed at how soft his skin was. He was rock hard under her caress, and she couldn’t wait for him to get inside her.

  Her voice lowered as she concentrated on his dick. “You’re perfect, Sawyer. Seriously. Most women aren’t into monster dicks. That shit hurts, you know? Besides, you’ve got the girth to compensate.”

  “Enough,” he ordered, pushing her hand away and squeezing the base of his dick so hard it had to have hurt. He put a hand in the middle of her chest and pushed.

  Blythe obeyed and fell back. She lifted the edge of her skirt that had fallen back down over her lap and spread her legs wide and said, “Fuck me, Sawyer.”

  And just like that, her bossy man was back. He leaned over and snagged his pants off the floor, pulling out his wallet. He opened a condom with his teeth and rolled it over his cock. Then he crawled over her and stared.

  Blythe couldn’t read the emotions she saw in his eyes. Her hands grabbed his forearms and she caressed them up and down.

  “Once I enter you, you’re mine,” he declared.

  Blythe nodded. “Okay.”

  “I mean it,” he warned.

  Blythe’s brows drew down. “And I said okay.”

  His lips quirked then and he seemed to relax. “You do it.”

  “Do what?”

  “Put me inside you.”

  “With pleasure.” Wanting to give him a little payback for making her so crazy and turned on, when Blythe reached between their bodies, she didn’t immediately notch him to her opening; she ran her fingers up and down his rock-hard length.

  “Stop teasing me and do it,” Sawyer ordered.

  Wrapping her hand around his cock, her fingers not even close to touching, she grinned. He was thicker than anyone she’d been with before. The thought aroused her more, even as it slightly concerned her.

  She opened her legs as wide as she could and said softly, “Go slow. It’s been a while for me, and you’re a lot thicker than my old vibrator.”

  Sawyer groaned at her words. “Fuck, baby. You can’t say shit like that right before I get inside you for the first time. I’m on a hair trigger as it is. Did you fuck yourself in this bed while I was sleeping out on the couch?”

  She wanted to tease him more. To say yes, but she had to be honest. “No. But not because I didn’t want to. One, I don’t have a vibrator anymore. It’s not like I could break it out in the middle of the sleeping room at the shelter. And two, even if I did have one, I probably wouldn’t have used it because I would’ve been embarrassed if you heard it.”

  Sawyer began to slowly push inside her, even as he spoke. “I’m gonna get you one. I want to watch you fuck yourself with it. And don’t ever be embarrassed about your sexuality, Blythe. It’s a part of human nature. We all need it.”

  Blythe looked up at him with wide eyes. The head of his cock was inside her now but he wasn’t giving her any more of himself just yet. Even that much felt too big. Her hands tightened on his biceps as she stared up at him.

  “Relax, baby. I got you.”

  He did. She knew that. She forced herself to relax all her muscles and when she did, his cock pushed inside her another inch or so.

  They both moaned.

  Sawyer braced himself on the mattress again. “Here we go,” he warned—and then his hips moved.

  Squirrel hadn’t ever felt anything as amazing as being inside Blythe’s body. She was soaked from the G-spot orgasm he’d given her. She was also tight. Extremely tight. He didn’t know how long it had been since she’d had a cock inside of her, but he felt so honored that she was inviting him into her body.

  The look on her face as she’d stroked him had erased years of feeling inadequate when it came to his dick. And when she’d started listing off the things about her body that she felt weren’t attractive, he got it. Blythe didn’t care about how big his dick was, or thick, or even about his looks. She enjoyed his body, she’d made that clear, but it was that she enjoyed what he did with his equipment. How he acted. How he treated her.

  “Here we go,” he warned Blythe, seconds before he sank balls deep inside her.

  He saw her flinch slightly and held himself still. He could feel the material of her skirt pressed against his belly and it only made the moment more erotic. He hadn’t bothered to undress her all the way before losing control and needing to get inside her body.

  He stayed stock still, feeling every throb of the blood in his cock as his heart beat overtime. She was strangling his dick, and he wished for a second that he was bare inside her. That he could feel how wet she was on his skin. But then he shook his head. There would be time for that. This was about her, not him.

  Squirrel knew he was about two seconds away from coming, but he held off. He still had to make her come three more times before the night was over. There was no way the faceless Ronald would one-up him. No fucking way.

  When he felt Blythe’s thighs relax around him, and when she was no longer digging her fingernails into his skin, he slowly sat back, pulling her hips with him as he did so. He was now sitting back on his heels and she was lying on her back, straddling his lap. He was still inside her, his cock twitching with every move. He wanted nothing more than to pump inside her, hard, but she needed to be mindless with pleasure before he did so.

  “What are you—”

  Blythe’s question abruptly cut off when his thumb landed on her clit and he began to caress her roughly. He didn’t let up as she squeaked, and he didn’t stop when her hips tried to pull away from him.

  His free hand gathered the material of her skirt and bunched it together on her stomach. He held her down as he continued his all-out assault on her extremely sensitive bundle of nerves.

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p; “Sawyer!” she exclaimed as her hands gripped the sheet above her head.

  “If I’m going to make you forget what’s-his-name, you need to come three more times.”

  “I can’t,” she wailed, even as her body belied her words.

  Squirrel was beginning to recognize the signs of her impending orgasm. He studied the woman writhing on his dick and memorized every nuance of her response. When he pressed directly on her clit, she slightly pulled away from him, but when he rubbed around it in circles, her hips raised, seeking more. Her chest was a rosy hue and her nipples were hard as nails on her chest. The closer she came to orgasm, the more she arched her back, the more her thighs shook, and the harder her inner muscles squeezed his cock.

  It was the latter that almost did him in.

  Letting go of her skirt, but not stopping his ministrations to her clit, Squirrel reached between them and grabbed hold of the base of his dick to try to hold off his own orgasm.

  As his fingers brushed her sensitive inner thighs and the folds of her pussy, she exploded. Her hips, no longer held down by his hand, shot up, and he could feel every muscle in her body tighten. Remarkably, he also felt her sheath grow hotter and slicker from the juices her body produced.

  “God, you’re amazing,” Squirrel breathed as the orgasm continued. Knowing she would be extremely sensitive, he took his finger off her clit, allowing her to start to recover. As soon as her eyes opened and she looked up at him, he moved. His thumb went back to her clit and his other hand went to her tits. He squeezed and pinched her nipples even as he swirled his thumb over her clit.

  “God, no more, Sawyer. Please. I’m too sensitive. Ooooh, fuck…”

  And that was that. She was so primed, she went off again in a less-intense orgasm. Her thighs were shaking nonstop now and he could feel every twitch of her inner muscles as her body went into overload.

  He’d never been so aggressive with a woman before Blythe. Oh, he’d cared if his partners got off in the past, but nothing like this. It was a heady feeling, knowing he’d done this to her.

  Squirrel held her hips to him as he moved, so as not to let his cock slip out of her. When her ass was back on the bed, he reached over and grabbed a pillow, shoving it under her hips.